Interview With The Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles Novels & Stories

' She closed her eyes and after gathering all courage she opened them and asked, "Why? Why are you, again and again, asking that what am I? Is it not clear enough that I'm nothing but a weak and pathetic human who is getting torture by you, Vampires every day?" She said with teary eyes. Daniel found her response bored and rolled his eyes as he opened his mouth and said, "I guess you want to play the long game, but fine, I don't mind since we both have a very very long time." "Wh-what do you mean?" asked Jamima not before getting confused by his answer. Daniel looked in her eyes and slowly moved his gaze towards her lips and stared at them for some time then moved towards her ear and whispere

He asked and I nodded. "Yes" "Good" He backed away. "I'm from the animal control department here in this town and I have some questions concerning a particular creature that had gone rabid for a while now" "I don't have an interest in animals," I said truthfully. "Ahh, you sure have an interest in this one" "Do you happen to know what a vampire is?" He asked It was then that it became clear what his real intentions were. "Yes, I learned about them in movies and books" I replied smartly.

Thus, you can always find the awkward atmosphere between these two, where in most cases, only exists the silence. *Pop-up window from the Human Resourse Department —Mr. Dante, here are all the resumes for all the new qualified candidates for the assitante job. All files are attached below. Please take a look and let us know your choice so we could arrange the interview. Dante opened the files and began to go through the resumes. Just when he opened a new one and saw the photo of the young candidate, his expression slightly changed with a rise of the eyebrow. "Nino...."

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

“Hey, I noticed from your speech that you’ve been a vampire for a while. When were you turned?” I paused for a moment, debating on how much to tell this stranger that felt so familiar. “The year 1113 AD, but it’s a long story.” He nodded, understanding that I didn’t want to talk about it. “You didn’t answer my question: who were those vampires back there?”

“I see. So you like vampires, eh? Last time I saw you also bringing Interview with the Vampires, and a few other vampire stories in that tower of books” OKAAAAY…could anyone please pinch me, slap me in the face, kick my butt, or whatever?? Am I dreaming?? AM I REALLY having a conversation with Clayton Sommers???? This better be real, or I’m going to eat hundreds of sleeping pills if it’s just a dream so I will stay in this dream and NEVER, EVER wakes up. And he even still REMEMBERS the title of books that almost buried him? Even if this is real, it’s even BETTER than any dream I had these past 20 years…

he asked. “No! I would never. I just came to find answers.” “Okay, then I’d still like to take you on that date. I’ve got questions now that I want answered. We can go over everything over dinner. There is more that you need to know.” “Sounds great! But I can’t eat. Drinks? I think I can drink.” “You think?? How long have you been a vampire?” “You’re witnessing day one.” “What do you eat?” “I haven’t yet.”

Regardless of the many other chairs and sofas within the room, she made no move to join him. “That’s probably for the best.” The vampire replied, resting his elbow casually on the broad arm of the couch. “After all, those who lack power always seem to bark to loudest.” He commented contemptuously, musing on the visit Chiri had made with Annaliese several years ago. Chiri was unsettled, when the memory provoked him to touch his lips, open slightly they revealed his glistening fangs. “I should really thank Miss Marchette though.” He said, still caught amidst reliving the event, “If not for her incessant yapping, we never would have made our contract.”

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

She leaned forward in her seat with a serious expression “I want answers Aamon, and only you can give me the answers I want. I want to know what really happened, what is happening and what will happen?” He laughed “I’m a vampire, not a psychic, sure I can see far ahead and hear your heartbeat but I can’t see the future. I can’t tell you what will happen, I’m not even sure I know what is happening. I can only tell you what has happened” “I’ll take that” She pressed record on her recorder and noticed he looked anxious “You don’t have to summarize anything, I can ask the questions if you want” “I’d like that” She cleared her throat and began “can you tell me what happened in September 1922?”